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Newgrange
The rain is hammering on our windows,
it's changed,
last week it was still warm
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My dog tears across the ground
digging perforations into the turf
his teeth grab the squirrel's back
He shakes his head viciously
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Fireworks touch my inner child
That child with innocent delight
Eyes open wide
Gazing up
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Have you ever felt a kiss from heaven?
It's a hard to know question
for me
at least.
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It's June
It's hot and sunny
It's Hyde Park, London, England
Thank the Lord for plastic bottles
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Sunday early
grey light eases its fingers past the blackouts
lets in the sound
of joy
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........to breathe,
I lay in bed and Susie says
BREATHE
and sometimes she bumps me to make me start.
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A warm September evening
The birds happy
the sun bright
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You've been a pain
all bloody day
so on your bike
before I get grumpy with you.
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I can't recall for sure
When first I got angry
For a long time it didn't matter
But then I drank
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It's seriously windy
So don't stand under any big trees
OK, but it's a good day to be alive
And I am
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The moon is faint
It smells of paint
Across 238857 miles
the whiff of turps and brilliant white gloss
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He died today
our good friend John
Not a bad age but somehow too young
It wasn't long ago
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Stay still
keep them tightly shut
keep your head buried
make it stay dark.
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It's Been Stolen
Newgrange
The rain is hammering on our windows,
it's changed,
last week it was still warm
almost summer rain.
Now it's been stolen
along with the sun
dragged south
to give us our endless winter
To make it worse they mess with the clocks
make the darkness worse
the night longer.
I need the light and the sun!
I need that week in Seville again
tapas bars open on the street
sun hot on my skin
bright in my eyes, a joyful atmosphere
The south stole the sun
for their summer ration
but it seems to me most humans are in the north
so it's time to renegotiate
We need a better year
How about two extra months of sun up here
though that may upset the gods
those behind the barrows and stone circles
Where at the moment of the winter solstice
the prayers are answered
and each day that follows brings the sun
a few minutes closer
So I guess we are stuck with it
the cold winds from the north
sucking tha last warmth from the land
and those damp westerlies giving us grey damp
So out with the wellies
the waterproofs, hats and gloves
Let's get out the casseroles
and make a joyful and comforting stew.
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